Latin D wrote:

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"You can tell a person by the company he keeps". He couldn't remember

when or where he'd heard that before, but it had stuck, as had so many
other sayings, data and unimportant trivia.

      However, if you're always alone, then what?

Then a person is exactly like the company he keeps. :)

      Rand moved closer to his crackling fire. Nights in the wastelands
were cold and inhospitable, unfit for all but the hardiest animals and
plants. And humans. Humans were used to surviving; they always had a
knack for keeping themselves afloat. And Rand excelled at it.

      Nevertheless, he was much

I'd drop 'much' doesn't add anything really

grateful for the comfort provided by his

lone tattered

lone, tattered (I think)

      Besides him, kept upright thanks to its handy kickstand, was his
most prized --or the only one worth a cent, rather-- possession: his
trusty old bike. It was a twenty-year-old thing given to him by his pop
for his thirteenth birthday, and he couldn't remember spending a day
apart from it since then.

      Born after the Rain of Death of annihilation bolts, liquid fire,
and unending destruction that slew over ninety-nine per cent of the
Earth's population,

Didn't think the count was quite that high.

      Outsiders were thus regarded as troublemakers, instigators -- or,
in even the best cases, as just another mouth to feed. Soon, he was only
too happy to stay out in the wilderness most of the time, weeks or
months at a time,

wilderness weeks or months at a time (sounds much better)

until he only came to the cities seeking fuel pellets

for his motorbike (which insisted on depleting them faster than you can
say "crap this thing used up all the fuel again argh dammit dammit
dammit", unfortunately),

Heh

      One of the first things he remembered doing was reworking his
name; "Randolf O'Keefe" just wouldn't work for his new life. So he chose
his father's favorite nickname, instead, which held more meaning in his
mind. Besides, Rand sort of rolled off of your tongue much better in his
humble, unbiased opinion.

True.

      Still, not everything had been sorrow; he had made some friends,
learnt

learned sounds way better.

      After all, you never know what you will find on the road, if you
ride long enough. As far as sayings went, that one wasn't half bad, he
decided, smiling as the wind whipped his face.

Nice intro to him finding Scott and getting a little insight into Rand's
brain. I can really see him saying all that, which means its good work on
your part.

      The End.


NOTES:  This was just a little something to get over my shortage of
writing, a study of one of my favorite characters; hope you were able to
enjoy it, even if only just a bit. Sorry, m'dear McKinneys, for
borrowing your title;

Actually that would fit well with Rand's autobiography. So that means you're
validating their suggestions. :)

Nice work.

DB Sommer



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